Last Day Until The Draw

If you haven’t already entered the draw for a signed copy of The Last Dragon In London, this is your last chance. Check out the book’s own page for a description and the first two chapters, and see what you think. Leave a comment at the end of this post and into the draw you’ll go. See this post for more details.

The draw will close at midnight tonight (12th September) Pacific Daylight Time.

On the 13th, I will write everyone’s name, (the username you’ve used to make your comment) on the inside of a little cardboard box, like this …

… Which I will then fold up, thusly …

… And into a container they all will go, where Mrs Widds will pick a cube, unfold it, and reveal the winner. Simple, eh?

Good luck to all, and to all, good luck.

Have you Ever … Anaesthesia Edition

(continuing my occasional series of weird and wonderful things that never, seriously, never, happen to me)

Background: On Friday I had a Day Surgery visit to our local hospital for some surgery – gynecologically speaking – to have some non-cancerous polyps, who’d ignored my post-menopausal cease-and-desist order, removed … I’m fine now, except that I think I may have offended the Goddess of Post-Surgical Bowel movements, (Poopsalotia) by celebrating my lack of extreme evacuations just a tad too early. C’est la vie – good times’ll get you in the end!

Anyway, on with the show …

Have you ever … undergone general anesthetic, and then woken up from a dream where you had a pack of Viking warriors kneeling around you, on some long-forgotten battlefield, holding you down while they pulled a very large spear out of your throat …

… and then you realise that in all the times you’ve experienced general anesthetic (14 times to date – mostly knee surgeries) you have never dreamed at all or hallucinated, or whatever it was, and had only gone from, nowhere, to hearing the post-op nurses asking you your name …

… and then you realise that your throat feels like it’s been turned inside out …

… and then you figure that you woke, or were woken, just a little bit too soon and the surgical team were still taking our that tube they stick down your throat, and your Vikings were the team holding you still while the process was completed?

Nah .. me neither!

Sailing away

Sailing away

-oOo-

A reminder that my ‘The Last Dragon In London’ giveaway is running until the 12th September. Entry is by simply leaving a comment on THIS post

Now, this is my kinda Viking music …

 

I’m Giving Away A Signed Copy Of The Last Dragon In London!!!

Short version – leave a comment on this post to enter the give-away.

Slightly longer version – Zon.com was taking so bloody long to get my ‘author copy’ to me, (hard to imagine the USA and Canada are next-door-neighbours sometimes) so I bought it from Zon.ca and got it a week earlier than the .com one. Now have two copies, and what better way, I thought, to celebrate such good fortune than to give one away.

The give-away will close at the stroke of midnight on 12th of September, and Mrs Widds will pull a name from a hat on the 13th of September, which I will video and post here on my blog. The winner will then use the ‘contact me’ form on my ‘About Me & Contact Me’ page, to get their postal address to me … and a short, tasteful message for me to include if they so desire … then I will sign your very own copy of The Last Dragon In London and post it to you, poste haste!

That’s it!

P.S. If you want to leave a comment but don’t want to be in the draw, just let me know in your comment.

Raindrops On Jasmine, And Novels On Desktops

After some 60-odd days we finally had a bit of rain the other day. I was so excited I rushed out and just stood in it and wallowed. Those of you who’ve been here for a while know how much I am not a fan of rain. I can remember not long ago really, enduring 60-odd days of rain and overcast skies, and expressing my displeasure in no uncertain terms.

This year, (and perhaps for all the years to come) the arrival of the rain that finally broke the drought’s back will be a most welcome sight indeed.

Every plant in the garden absorbs every drop it can

Every plant in the garden absorbs every drop it can

-oOo-

In other news to cheer me up, this arrived in the mail …

In my hands

In my hands

For all that I love the absolute brilliance of ebooks, this is what finally makes it real.

I am very happy to announce that The Last Dragon In London is now available IN PRINT!

All the info can be found on its very own page.

-oOo-

And in reference to the title of this post, I’m not going to link the Julie Andrews version of one of my favourite show-tunes, but a spectacular version by Betty Carter.

Take it away, Betty …

Game, Set …

Me: “We’ve been in a relationship for seventeen years, and you still …” (doesn’t matter what. If you’ve been, or are in, a long-term relationship, you know what I mean)

Mrs Widds: “We’re not in a relationship. We’re married!”

… and Match, to Mrs Widds!

 

Annnnd … The Heat Is Back

I had two consecutive days there where I felt somewhat human, alas, it did not last.

I am now reduced to a mere puddle of protoplasm desperately clinging to my beloved portable A/C unit.

And we have a choking smoke pall to deal with as well. This is a significant piece of information because …

… There are two major meteor showers every year. The Leonids which fall, (heh) in November, and the Perseids, which fall, now.

I am enamoured of meteor showers, and have been since a small child. They’re the only extra-terrestrial visitors we can count on. Since we have been living here on Widder Island I have not seen either of these showers once. It rains in the summer (or at least it used to) and snows in the winter. Both types of precipitous events have conspired to deny my will, until this year.

Clear skies were forecast. The waxing moon (what there was of her) would be annoying folks on the other side of the planet. I set up a comfy chair in the front yard, communed with the Summer Tree, and waited for the wee small hours of the night when the shower would be at its most illustrious.

With tea and snacks I ventured forth to bear witness … and couldn’t see a bloody thing.

The smoke from the wildfires had finally arrived, thanks to a dastardly nor’westerly.

I squinted and peered but the only stars I saw were inside my eyelids. Broken in heart and spirit, I turned to go back inside and weep bitter tears into my pillow, when, bright enough to pierce the smoke, a single meteor streaked to its doom across the sky.

Sometimes a single shooting star is all you need

Sometimes a single shooting star is all you need

-oOo-

After the devastating ‘heat dome of 42 degrees’ at the end of June, Mrs Widds and I decided to splurge and buy a couple of ‘mini swamp coolers’ because I was adamant that when the next one hits (and it will – in fact there’s one over the Mediterranean as we speak) we wouldn’t rely exclusively on the portable A/C. Redundancy in all things is our motto.

Sunsets and smoke - not the first, and, most unfortunately, not the last

Sunsets and smoke – not the first, and, most unfortunately, not the last

Have You Ever – Publishing Edition …

(Continuing my occasional series of weird and wonderful things that never, seriously, never happen to me, ever)

… slaved over a hot keyboard for seven months creating, from the five dimensions (at least) of your imagination, and then editing, a brilliant story filled with engaging characters, and drama galore …

… then formatted it for stage and screen digital and print editions …

…and then upload the digital versions and see nothing wrong them (this is important for later in the story) …

…only to discover, when you return to finish off the print formatting, that there are a few too many typos, that you’re sure you have already corrected, in the manuscript you’re working on …

… until you realise that in some unknown and probably unknowable way, you uploaded the WRONG BLOODY FILE, and didn’t even notice it?…

… so you go back to your clean copy and go through it with a paranoia-inspired fine-tooth comb, secure in the knowledge that no matter how obsessive you are, there will always be at least one typo that will escape detection …

… nah, me neither!

-oOo-

IMPORTANT NOTE: The clean files have been uploaded, and Amazon and Smashwords should clear them within the next 24 hours, so that those of you who have already bought your books can download the updated versions if you so desire. (it was mostly punctuation gaffes)

(For Amazon you need to make sure your device has ‘Automatic Book Update’ turned on – ‘Manage your Content and Devices’ in your Amazon account. Click the ‘Preferences’ tab. Scroll to ‘Automatic Book Update’. Choose ‘on’)

IMPORTANT LESSON: Be able to laugh at yourself, and have a back up plan!

We. Are. Live!!!

The Last Dragon In London (ebook version) is now live!

-oOo-

In the second decade of the Twentieth Century, Mildred Norman, Mildy to her friends, not many of whom are left alive, is broken in body and spirit after a long hard war.
An old friend suggests that she might like, as a bit of a distraction, to spend some time doing a bit of a ‘grand tour’ of all the places named ‘London’ throughout the world.
What begins as a whim, ends with a discovery that challenges everything she believes is possible.
Arriving in the last ‘London’, on her list, a tiny village tucked away in a remote valley, she meets up with a few of the locals and shenanigans ensue.
With the help of a child hunting mythical beasts, the child’s grandmother, and a cast of quirky villagers, Mildy shows how dangerous a stout woman with a lethal arsenal in her pockets can be.
She uncovers a plot to alter the course of history, begun so long ago that no records of the conspirators remain, except for one place, the place she now calls home.
To protect those she has come to love from certain destruction at the hands of a cruel and loathsome cabal, she must battle threats both near and far, and confront the mysterious force guiding it all.
And then, of course, there’s the question of dragons …

-oOo-

I’m still having a bit of a joust with the print version but that just means I can party again when that goes live too!

Herewith be the all important links:

SMASHWORDS: The last Dragon In London (in these formats: epub, mobi, (for Kindles) pdf, Irf, pdp, txt, and html)

AMAZON:

CanadaThe last Dragon In London

USAThe last Dragon In London

UKThe last Dragon In London

AustraliaThe last Dragon In London

(and all the Amazon’s’ everywhere else too)

(it’ll take a couple of days but it should show up the catalogues for Apple, Kobo, Overdrive, Scribd, etc. Again, when I know you’ll know)

Tell your friends… tell their friends … tell random people on the street … erm … maybe not that last one. it might be going a bit too far.

Seriously though, if you like it, let me know, write a review, that sort of thing … if you don’t like it, well, constructive criticism is always welcome.

And just because it’s an awesome piece of art …

On With The Show!

Editing: Finished!

Only stage 3 of the whole process to go – the FORMATTING! (stage 1 – writing, stage 2 – editing)

If there was one thing I could tell someone to do if they’re completely bonkers enough to fall in love with this writing of tall tales business, it’s to not stop writing until they’ve reached ‘the end’. Then they can edit, judge, expand, and otherwise eviscerate, the end result.

It’s … exhilarating!

I’ve had a couple of days of feeling like I’m a lost sock in the washing machine of life, (normal after six months of concentrated concentration) now it’s …

On With The Show!

 

-oOo-

On a more prosaic note, I’ve had a fine joust with my new diabetes medication. The dosage was waaaay too high, and seeing as how some of the nastier side-effects were vomiting and diarrhea, I will leave it to your imagination as to what I’ve been going through from a digestive point-of-view – suffice it to say, not fun … but all digitalia crossed, my keel should be even from now on.

-oOo-

And now, the real reason I’ve asked you all here this evening. (cue dramatic music …)

 

Phew! That certainly was dramatic.

When I mentioned in my last post that I was still looking for the right cover art, (I had some very specific imagery in mind) Olga Godim offered to see what she might be able to create for me.

And create something for me, she most assuredly did!

Behold, the cover reveal and title reveal of my book …

Cover, revealed!

Cover, revealed!

Speaking of fantasies, if this series, yes it’s going to be a series, ever makes it to the ‘big screen’ or smaller ones, I want that piece of music as the theme music.

Still Editing

Still here.

Still too hot.

Still very thankful for our portable A/C.

Still … oh look at that. Final bloodtest results. Now I’m a diabetic.

Still think the universe isn’t out to get me.

Still looking for the right cover art for my book.

Thankfully it’s not the sort of diabeticals where I have to give myself injections. I’m not, erm, very comfortable with that concept.

Anyway … where would we be without Monty P …